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This new world closed up around him. He hung still within this world for days. Still, Caterpillar was very much alive. Again, he dreamt of floating on delicate wings above the sunflowers and dandelions. He dreamt of sprawling forests and gentle streams. Caterpillar liked color, even if he could only see it in his dreams.< < Last Page | Next Page >>13 |